Original post here. Unfortunately I have been unable to find the name for the artist. Sourced via eroticmacabre. Original text (apparently largely written by strangeeneth:

strangeeneth:

When this journy began I was just a nerdy girl who loved the works of H.P. Lovecraft. His books where so strange and unusual yet always rooted with people and or a world that I could understand. He left some things for the imagination and others he explained with almost comic levels of detail. I read every one of his books and tried to get my friends to read them as well.

After high school my parents died and I found out that they had millions of dollars that they never told me about. We always lived comfortably but never on the level of the money they had in the bank. When I finally came to terms with my parents being gone I got bored. Didn’t really have to work anymore and collage seemed to not be my style so I put some money into traveling and investigating Lovecraft’s works. I thought I would find his inspirations and maybe help some people working to preserve his work along with some cash but I found so much more. 

You see one of my favorite stories was a Shadow over Innsmouth. There was something about that one that called to me on so many levels. Because my imagination was a place as the dream world of Kadath one of those levels happened to be the Deep Ones mating with humans and birthing hybrids. The thought of one of those creatures taking me and using me to birth their next generation just got me all tingly in all the right places. I went to the site where Innsmouth was based on and stayed there a while…I watched the people and saw hints of the Innsmouth look in all of the locals. That night though something changed in the townsfolk. They all looked at me strangely as I ate at the diner and when I went back to my tent on the beach …yes yes I slept on the beach, it was nice out and I wanted to do some camping. No one seemed to mind!   As I was saying when I went back to my tent I started hearing strange sounds from the water. I joked to myself that it was the Deep Ones coming to have a big ole fish orgy with me on the beach. That got me thinking in to much detail about such things and my hand just slid right down between my legs. By the time I climaxed the shapes where already showing in the moonlight though the tent walls. The flap was ripped open by slimy webbed hands and these anthropomorphic fish … Huge un blinking eyes…no…they where…they where deep ones! 

At this point I assumed that I had fallen asleep and this was all a dream so I looked at the fish monsters before me and waved them in with a smile. They took me that night and used my body head to toe…every one taking a turn with my pussy and I moaned like a bitch and heat for every single bit of it. When they left they even left me this strange golden jewelry .  I was left covered in sweat and slime and cum …at least I thought that was cum ….and let myself drift off to sleep expecting to wake up with a mess between my leg and a satisfied smile on my face. When I woke up though…the Jewelry was there still…I was covered in drying slime and the stink of fish…god it had really happened and whats more I …I liked it!

That was 3 years ago…I now live on a remote island out in the middle of…well you will know where to go when its time. Dear when you are old enough to understand this letter you come see your old mum. Find me right by the water waiting for my big strong boys to come take me again and again so that I can bring more of their kind into the world…Its our purpose in life to help them…to ensure that Dagon is happy and that when it is time…Great Chtulhu will awaken to find his servants ready to do his bidding.  Ia Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn! Ia Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn!